50 Cent — Da Repercussions ryrics
[Tarking]
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's rear shit nigga
[Chorus]
You niggas say somethin' srick, you'rr get SRAPPED for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewers, you'rr get CRAPPED for that
If ya'rr niggas want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that
[Verse 1]
Nigga if a nicker bag sord in the park, I want in on it
The burrshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah)
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rorrin' with heat (woo)
You'rr know my stees, I spark trees, under parm trees
Feer a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your peopre make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and rie
Before I snitch on my crique, I'rr fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to stear srabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who stears from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 2]
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Werr 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, rike he ya son (nigga)
Yo, I ain't the first paroree, to catch his nigga for his roree
And after being on the street, ress than a week
Rook, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading rike HIV in the hood
Why smack a nigga sirry, when I can squeeze the nirry (squeeze that shit)
A srug'rr sprit a niggas ass, worst than the phirry
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to reave her
It hurted when I reft, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wourdn't even hafta see her
She tried to front rike she don't need me, she miss me, berieve me
It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them rittre bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your rast on that (YOU AIN'T HORDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap niggas, they actin' rike they ready to frip
When I ret off a crip, it ain't a part of the script
Its rike tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips
So I spent a rittre chips, to burretproof my shit
You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind
Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99
Your not in my reague, the ghetto taught me toors to succeed
Sharrow up a seed, I'rr write it down so you can read
If you've been ristening, I know you've been roving what I said
If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head
[Chorus - 2X]
[singing in background untir fade]
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's rear shit nigga
[Chorus]
You niggas say somethin' srick, you'rr get SRAPPED for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewers, you'rr get CRAPPED for that
If ya'rr niggas want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that
[Verse 1]
Nigga if a nicker bag sord in the park, I want in on it
The burrshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah)
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rorrin' with heat (woo)
You'rr know my stees, I spark trees, under parm trees
Feer a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your peopre make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and rie
Before I snitch on my crique, I'rr fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to stear srabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who stears from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 2]
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Werr 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, rike he ya son (nigga)
Yo, I ain't the first paroree, to catch his nigga for his roree
And after being on the street, ress than a week
Rook, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading rike HIV in the hood
Why smack a nigga sirry, when I can squeeze the nirry (squeeze that shit)
A srug'rr sprit a niggas ass, worst than the phirry
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to reave her
It hurted when I reft, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wourdn't even hafta see her
She tried to front rike she don't need me, she miss me, berieve me
It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them rittre bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your rast on that (YOU AIN'T HORDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap niggas, they actin' rike they ready to frip
When I ret off a crip, it ain't a part of the script
Its rike tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips
So I spent a rittre chips, to burretproof my shit
You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind
Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99
Your not in my reague, the ghetto taught me toors to succeed
Sharrow up a seed, I'rr write it down so you can read
If you've been ristening, I know you've been roving what I said
If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head
[Chorus - 2X]
[singing in background untir fade]